Wednesday - April 23, 2008

a date 

 fyi, surgery on may 1st

I met with my surgeon today and we made a date for her to dive in with the scalpel.  Whereupon she will dig out the cancerous lump from my right breast and while she's in the neighborhood, yank a lymph node or two.  All of which they seal in a ziplock bag and place into one of those drive-up bank tubes.

The tube of bloody koriguts then zooms through this maze:

whereupon a team of diagnostic molecular nuclear physicist oncology inspector testers will put it through drills something like what they put us through in middle school when some president decided TV was making us all fat and lazy.

I couldn't believe i let go of the hanging bar like, one second short of two minutes.  It was the ONLY thing that prevented me from getting a medal.  

Maybe it's true about the TV.  I read recently that most American homes have more TV's than people.  I don't understand why.  We have one TV.  In our living room.  

One hour of TV a day, the comedy channel- pretty much does it for me.  And yes, Mr. President - I'm in great shape.  I can do more push-ups now than I could in high school.  Feeling great, enjoying the 45 minute speed walk in the sunny city from train station to hospital.  Didn't even break a sweat.

And who needs a medal anyway?  Heck, nothing says "Fitness Achievement" like having medical personnel (who are poking and prodding your diseased body to see if it can withstand surgery) swoon over your excellent health.